|No point in looking at my flowers, this time of year. The trees are waaaayyy prettier!|
|On the to-do list this week ~ to savor every last leafy bit of my favorite season.|
But, it has been done! And, now that it's done I'm kind of thinking it should be a requirement for everyone to move every 7 years.
Without the mandate to consolidate, really good junk seems to grow exponentially. Faster than the dust bunnies under the bed. If there is an empty space to be filled, rest assured new junk will set up shop there, in the blink of an eye.
You might be surprised to discover that there is a scientific equation that calculates this dilemma. (I may, or may not, have made this up.)
X [the finite amount of space I have] times Y [as in.. why, in the hell, did I purchase this junk in the first place] = Q.You expected me to say Z, didn't you? Q is more appropriate because that's what's been going on around here all week long. The Big $64,000 Question as in... what to keep and what to toss. This little house is bursting at the seams.
Which prompted a half dozen trips to Recycle Utah, the Peace House, and pretty much every other organization who believes that one woman's trash could very well be another one's treasure.
|We tried to spend as much time outdoors as possible because the weather man was predicting...|
I'm moving someone in.
|By Friday, the brilliant colors were replaced with - argh - snow.|
And, that, my friends, is what inspired the massive over haul of everything under the roof.
Here's hoping you all have a marvelous weekend!